#ThursThreads - Week 47 - Winners

Week 47 of #ThursThreads had some great tales! Thanks to all who entered this week. I'm honored to see all of you and read your stories. It was great to have our returning regulars. Thank you for coming back again and again to write. And great thanks go to Lila Shaw for reading the stories. :)

Entries:

• Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux
• Susan Hayes | @capricia13
• Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1
• Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider 
• Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi
• Charles W. Jones | @ChuckWesJ
• Kel Heinen | @Aightball
• Ruth Long | @Bullishink
• Nellie Batz | @solimond

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

 

  Jeffrey Hollar | @Klingorengi

Lila says: Reminiscent of Kathleen Turner and William Hurt Body Heat banter. Clever word choices in this one had me chuckling.

Susan Hayes | @capricia13

Lila says: Loved how it morphed at the end into something far more mundane than it started off as. I'm a sucker for a twist.
 

Theresa Breaux | @theresabreaux

Lila says: Interesting concept had me thinking about it even after I finished reading.

Week 47 Winner

Lisa McCourt Hollar | @jezri1

Lila says: This one was simply told but compelling nonetheless with its preponderance of dialogue and showing vs. telling. It fit the prompt because with protagonist is now a vampire herself, and therefore her mission of killing her sire is called into question leaving us all wondering what she's going to do--choose her mortal friend and probably her own eventual destruction or the vampire who seduced and tricked her.

The Morning After

Trying to silence the ringing of her phone, Stacy knocked her cell onto the floor. The shrill tone continued to trill at her.

Pulling her head out from under the covers, she squinted in the harsh light. Closing her eyes she reached down, searching blindly for the phone.

“Hello.”

“Stacy, where are you?”
“Home. Where are you?”

“Waiting for you in the park. I thought we’d agreed…Hunter Graystone. Remember? Kill the vampire. I have the stakes, now I just need you.”

“Umm…” Stacy stared at the empty spot in her bed.

“Don’t tell me you changed your mind.”

“Right now, I’m not so sure.”

“Cold feet, I understand.”

“No, you don’t. Morgan, I have to go.”

“Stacy, it has to be done when he sleeps. He’s marked you. If we don’t…”

“I’ll talk to you later, I have to go.”

Hanging up the phone, Stacy forced her eyes open and crossed the room. Her neck ached. God, she hoped it was just a hickey. Staring into the mirror she inspected the two puncture wounds. Putting her fingers against the carotid artery, she felt for a pulse. Nothing.

“But I can see my reflection…”

“That’s a myth.” Hunter stood behind her with a plastic cup. He held it out to her. “Also sunlight… not that bad.”

“You seduced me.”

“You came looking.”

“I just… I wanted to be sure.”

“Now you are.” He handed her the cup. A suspicious red liquid sloshed over the side. “Drink up, while it’s still warm.”

Congratulations Lisa, Jeffrey, Susan, and Theresa! Claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! :)

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There will be no #ThursThreads next week because of the Thanksgiving Holiday. See you in two weeks. :)